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BALKED m your car go?” Stead. with our secret .ng in five pieces, Lt bolts or cement. and labor; es cops won't let. me he said. or Planting ver Honey :chnie oar Coupon Tins, 75c. HAM‘ I'se no other V011 can get a vast dif- Hyacinths l Daffodils l .6 Aahow you the PAGE scarce AT HER POST OF DUTY MARION LOWELL LIVINGSTON. “You are not afraid, Esther?" “Not a particle, Nettie. Why should 1be?Thisisnotmyflntt1meon duty here, you know." waea, but at night, and an by your- self! I should think you would die with lonesomeness.” "What! With your dear brother Paul to think of? Why, Nettie, just Imagine itâ€"he may be a passenger mtheverytrainIsendspeedinzto the city at midnight.” Esther Manning mounted the iron udder leading to the track tower. hall a mile from the nearest house at a small scattered settlement. Her father had been dispatcher at Tower 10 for fifteen years, and before that in other employment with the Central Northern. He was something of an invalid, and in one month would be due for honorable retirement from the service and a pension, if nothing happened to spoil his record. During the past year, while not teaching school, his helpful daughter, Esther. had learned telegraphy and had famil- iarized herself with all the details of her father’s work. The night shift, with its chill mists and tiresome treadmill system, had been a. hard- ship to old Mr. Manning. He was parb' dcularly indisposed this particular evening, and Esther had insisted on gating as his substitute. Heroic Manner in Which 8H Telegrapher Foiled Band of Train Robbers. She was engaged to Paul Reynolds. who had been for a year in the west and was expected home daily. His sister had accompanied Esther to the tower, as noted. The latter waited till Bruce Vallette, the day operator, was relieved by Esther. Then the two walked away, leaving Esther alone at her post of duty in the gathering dusk. Tower 10 commanded the wires west thirty miles to Lyons Junction, and east past the dangerous curves and trestles of the next section. The track inspection patrol reported from that branch shortly after dark. Then Esther saw an accommodation through to the east, and by nine o’clock two heights in the opposite direction; Everything was now trim and tidy on' mwwommwmmht Esther had to look out for was crow orders from either and o! the line. showed. Some occasional messages Went over the wires, but no call for Tower 10 through the ensuing hour. “Now for a comfortable resting spell,” reflected Esther; but the rest-a ing spell merged into a reading, and: then into a. thinking spell. It was pleasant to realize that she was doing her duty and helping her father; it- m still more so to anticipate the home coming of Paul Reynolds. He had written a glowing account of his was still more so to anticipate the home coming of Paul Reynolds. He had written a. glowing account of his. success as a gold miner, hinting at a comfortable nest egg, and telling Esther to keep her eyes open for a neat little cottage, big enough, though, to shelter “father,” as well as them- selves. Esther roused from her day dream reverie with something of a shock. Very suddenly the trap door in the floor was given a great push, as if from a man’s: strong shoulder. Esther had taken the precaution to bolt it. She heard a mumed ejaculation of“ disappointment. Warnedâ€"more, alarm- edâ€"Esther sprang up quickly and threw the tin shade over the lamp on, the operator’s table. She ran to the window and glanced: down. It was just in time to see a lurking form steal from the tower base and slink over behind the cattle: Pens. Here he was joined by twoi men. They seemed to converse ant; matedly. Two of them leaped into; the ditch at the side of the tracks‘ and started in the direction of the' east semaphore. The third mani stood half concealed by a great frame; filled with hay used in the cattle pens. Esther wondered what these suspi- cious movements betokened. 'J'Ist then she chanced to since down the PAGE TWO. fuses and gave it a fling. It landedh hissing and sputtering, amid the loose’ hay near the cattle pens. In an in- stant the mass burst into flames Un-g til the bundle was exhausted she lit; and hurled fusees. It was not only; a grand beacon, the blazing hay, but' the glare spread red and warningly across the sky. I Bangâ€"bangâ€"bang! A hail of bul- lets from the revolver of the man left on guard rattled across the crashing windows of the tower. Then he dart- ed down the rails in search of his companions. Up dashed the Night Flyer. Esther was down from the tower, rifle in hand, a figure heroic as the train came to a stop and its crew surround- ed her. In an instant an armed party was made up, proceeding to the east semaphore to investigate the situation 8t that point. The baflied bandits had fled. but preparations were discovered to hold The leader of the investigating map was a young man from the west its express car over half a. million in â€"-Eaher’s lover. When the Night Bye: resumed its run, Paul Reynolds mine back to the tower to greet the brave girl soon to become his wife. The railroad company did some thing more than pension old Mr. Man- ning. They sent.- Esther a substantial wedding present as a reward for her heroic eflorts in saving the Night {up the train in true wild western fashionâ€"the train which carried in ‘Whu the Great American National Game Did for One Ardent Fanatic. He had turned away from the front of a newspaper office, when he found a man at his elbow smiling at him, and, after a feeling of anger, he also smiled, and said: “I see you have got on my curve. Yes, I turned aside to look at the baseball score, forgetting that the me: were over for the season. _ of habit, you know. Been do its the same thing for months and “any, I lived on It? I ate and slept with“, Everymmmnslmdeabet pndeveryevenmglfoundlhadlost 1t. Whenthegnmesbeganlastsprlng HE WAS A REAL ENTHUSIAST . had a. hundred friends. When they closed I hadn’t one. I had called them all 113m and horse thieves over base- ball, and they couldn’t stand it.” “It gets in the blood." “Y on bet. I couldn’t think of any- thing but baseball all day, and at night I dreamed of it, and cried out in my sleep. My wife refused to dis- H girl refused to argue, and I discharged her. My father-in-law said there was no game like poker, and I insulted him. On Sunday, when there was no game, the day seemed a week long to me. The boss offered to raise my wages five dollars a week it I would - “But it’s all over now." “Yes, and I’m glad of it. In another month I can get over thinking about ltandturntosomethingelse,andbe- mmewinterinmerperhapslcan “interestedmshakespeareor his- _-L -_L (Copyright. 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) ”You were an enthusiast?” queried andItoldhimhewasno on.” ' IO“. . , '0' ow-f v“ ' Ill. Loaves Work of Destruction Long % Enough to Alter Her Dress “Little Lord Fauntleroy” has found another “Dearest.” This time it’s a wfle who until recently was Miss Constance Buel, daughter of a well known magazine editor, Clarence C. Vivian Burnett, the original of 'Uttle Lord Fauntleroy” and many other child-heroes round in the books men by his mother, Mrs. Frances Won Burnett. is ~now 38 years old. and, although he’s a successful Vivian Burnett, to-day, and “Lord Fauntleroy" days. budness man and active in politics in his home town on Long Island, he’s um often called "Little Lord Fauntle- Did you ever know a busier little body than 2.1133 Millie Moth? And did any one ever know a vainer little body than this same Miss Millie. Some of those queer little folks who 00mg unimized into' our paw-193.0: pariors or a :llars are so economical “they 11 callthroughalifetima in one suit of clothes. Not so with M11118 'Moth Busy little seamstress thataheis she makes wherown r "beat gown" and changes it from a ‘tnhd' skirt to 3 Minnie anal you wonder where out she gets time to make those funny nttle holes in the carpets and the mats. But just-us soon a: the 111703003 lady sets up housekeeping tn the poo ketotafur overcoat. orthofoldol a broadclotn cape she beans but making. As she spin and 9m she nibbles at the fur a the cloth in which she nestles and as she m wide and long, she tairly outgrown the only dress she has to her name. Then she gets busy “making over"; she lets it out here and there and when one end is finished she turns right round, puts her tail where her head used to be and then fixes up the other end of that old grayish-white dress of hers. It’s only when she leaves the box of stored things that Millie Moth gives up her sewing. The Man of the House must have his overcoat for goes at for a. vacation. Taking he: only dress with her she pokes hex-sen away in a cornice and waits until the winter clothes are back in the clout and then her dressmaking beans .1) Toronto’s average midwinter tam- perature “has ranged in ten years m 196 to 26.5. OVCI‘ MRS MOTH DOES SEVJING A BUSY SEAMSTRESS THE DURHAM CHRONICLE. In hla In far away days when Cyrus con- quered Babylon the Persian leader sent his troup of “war-dogs” into the thick of the battle, and his victory was much easier because of their brutal method of fighting, and at the historic battle of Marathon both Per- sians and Greeks used dogs as allies to their armies. From these “soldier dogs" descend- ed the German boarhound, which in time became known as the Great Dane. The “son of battle" is still big and powerful, the average weight of a Great Dane being 100 pounds and his height 32 inches. Glant Heron a Great Fisherman and Vermln Exterminator The giant heron has so much neck that to get it out of his way he 00113 ft in and out until it looks like a great glistening blue question mark. But as a matter of fact the solemn old “giant" asks no questions of any one, when he sees what he wants in the way of a. fat frog or a plump little In South America and other tropical countries where the giant heron is known the natives l'ook upon him very unkindly because he eats so many mbuteomeof thewieeoneeamong then know that it it were not tor the fish he untwists his neck, dam long sharp bill into the water and without ever saying “by your 106W he picks up a fish or a. frog or a. water spider and swallows it. Wome creatum make food for be heron family and they don’t last mmplaceswhemthoglantbm Gunman Ailments and How to Check Them Reviewing the more common ail- ments in the poultry yard, we learn these facts: It in the early stages of bumble-foot, we can Spread the corn by painting liberally with tinc- ture of iodine, daily, for a week. Bumble-foot is caused by having too high perches or roosting places. In flying down the fowl’s feet often Come -1- -_._. -1. VCâ€"w â€"' ~- in contactâ€"with some hard, sharp ob- Ject which causes a bruise resulting in the corn. When our hens__are _al- lowed to become overfat, a disorder of the oviduct is often the result, which causes it to “break 'down be- hind.” It really is no diseaseâ€"mere- }; a penalty for injudicious feeding. he best remedy known is to kill and eat all such specimens. They are not sick birds. Canker is a disgusting ail- ment, but generally in the start it can be checked by several applica- tions of fine salt rubbed on the sore spots. Four drops of aconite in a half pint of drinking water, given daily for a week or more, is effective in cases of catarrh. Chicken-pox can be successfully treated by anointing the head and wattles with carbolated vaseline, after having first bathed wall with hot water. One-grain auin- THE ORIGINAL RUBBERNECK DISEASES 1N POULTRY [1.1% for a week. en a. bird is debilitated it needs something nourishing so as to build up the wasting tissues. There is nothing better than a raw fresh egg every morning until the fowl shows 1136' pm should‘ _3180 be given each signs of recovery. Then it can be changed to a little cooked meat, and a little muriatic of iron added to the drinking water. When it is noticed that a bird is mopish, but otherwise seems in good health, this sluggish- ness can be quickly remedied by giv- ing a family liver pill-dust the kind that you would take yourself did you out of sorts. Repeat each night three nights in succession. If possible also allow the bird free range over a grass plot during the day time. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++w Logs on the ground burn an the and, or, where they lie across others, pockets burn out of the sides. A fire seldom destroys them, but it reduces their value between 10 and 15 per cent. A day spent in running water tun- ms or Opening outlets of drain: is busier spent than the same day then up to plowing in want. DURHAM BRANCH.. Johnxcdb‘ 1'" 4......1‘ Any Quantity, for which the fol- lowing Cash Prices will be paid: The season will soon be here for hunting and t1 appmtr I am in thp market for any quantity ()flavs fun for which the highest cash market price will be paid. Ia‘r’n 101a Beef Hides, Sheepskins, W001, Tallow, Horse Hair, Rags, Rubber, bit-0., bought at highest cash prices at 111 3 store. HENS, from...... So. to 11c. CHICKENS, from........; 12c. to 13c. OLD ROOSTERS. from Te. to Sc. DUCKS...... 10c. GEESE, from...... 9c. to 10¢. Parties having Poultry to sell will kindly bring them in to me on Satundays. Poultry must not be fed, and must be brought in with crops empty. M. GLASER Lifebuoy for the “ Counter-attack” All day long he’s been standing the attacks of dirt, dust, grime, germs and microbes. Now for the counter-attack. Lifebuoy to the front! Its rich, creamy Rather (as skin, shampoo and bathâ€"â€" or for socks, shirts, handkerchicfs, etc., makes short work of ta: enemy.” is more that) soar. fir est of 311 503 ps though it is. Raw Furs Wanted Your surplus earnings in our Savings Department earn inter- est at current rate. 236 g€a%nnnn BANK Life 33c? E213 splendid antiseptic nit-.3 :jcrm 1:: :1 power as wellâ€"its .\ miss on is to c' 2: sad purify. \\ Smd your soldier a package of g} Lictuay. He’ll appreciate it. i F" OF' CANADA HEAD OFFICE - TORONTO Jfii FER BROTHERS LIMITED The husbandmen, when waxing old, and well supplied with yellow gold, remarks. ”I’ll quit the farm; "ve had my fill of honest toil; this thing of wrestling with the soil has sort 0’ lost its charm.“ And so he buys a house in town, and thinks tnat he will settle dowd to soft and downy ease ; but ere a year has gone its way, he’s yearnin for the bale of hay. the piglets an the bees. He finds the urban lifea bore; his feet are cold. his soul is sore. time drags on leaden feet ; so he resolves to travel back to the tall alfalfa stack, and shock the bear-bed wheat' The farmer seldom learns to read ; he is so busy sowing seed. and wielding shap- herds’ crooks and making hay in ver- dant vales. and combing burs from horses’ tails, he has no time for books. So when he moves himself to town to ‘ town. he cannot with a home sitdown, ; ond read the stuff that’s hot; he can- ;not lose himself in Pope, or swallow deep in Shakespeare’s dope. or soak up l‘Valter Scott Unhappy is that man. ‘ indeed. who thinks it waste of time to wread, whose thoughts are all of hay, E who’d rather mess around a churn ' than read a book by Lawrence Sterne, . or ode by Thomas Gray.-Walt Mason. Novpmber 2, 1916. ’WHEN OFF THE FARM. ”Y'JCV S I! a .0 G t TORONTO THE .+...+++ Durham